Federico García Lorca Quotes

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Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night.

Federico García Lorca
What matters most has an ultimate metallic quality of death. The chasuble and the wagon wheel, the razor and the prickly beards of shepherds, the bare moon, a fly, humid cupboards, rubble piles, the images of saints covered in lace, quicklime, and the wounding edges of the rooflines and watchtowers.

Federico García Lorca
I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.

Federico García Lorca
There's no doubt that I really have a feeling for the theater. These past few days it has occurred to me to do a comedy whose chief characters are photographic enlargements. Those people we see in doorways. Newlyweds, sergeants, dead girls, an anonymous crowd full of mustaches and wrinkles. It should be terrible. If I focus it well, it will possess pathos without consolation. In the midst of those people I will place an authentic fairy.

Federico García Lorca
All one's personality is embedded in gloves and hats after they've been good and used. Show me a glove and I'll tell you the character of its owner.

Federico García Lorca
Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.

Federico García Lorca
Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.

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Black are the horses.
The horseshoes are black.
On the dark capes glisten stains of ink and of wax.
Their skulls are leaden, which is why they don't weep.
With their patent leather souls they come down the street.

Federico García Lorca
Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.

Federico García Lorca
The wounds were burning like suns
at five in the afternoon,
and the crowd broke the windows
At five in the afternoon.
Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon!
It was five by all the clocks!
It was five in the shade of the afternoon!

Federico García Lorca
Don't look at me any more! If you want, I can give you my eyes — which are still fresh — and my back so you can fix that hump of yours.

Federico García Lorca
If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman.

Federico García Lorca
I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind's knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I've placed the eyeless head of all my desires.

Federico García Lorca
Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.

Federico García Lorca
The New York dawn has four columns of mud and a hurricane of black doves that paddle in putrescent waters.

Federico García Lorca
At five in the afternoon.
It was exactly five in the afternoon.
A boy brought the white sheet
at five in the afternoon.

Federico García Lorca
Green how I love you green.
Green wind.
Green boughs.
The ship on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.

Federico García Lorca
I will not see it!

Tell the moon to come,
for I do not want to see the blood
of Ignacio on the sand.

I will not see it!

Federico García Lorca
Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.

Federico García Lorca
If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows?

Federico García Lorca
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

Federico García Lorca
But I am no more I,
nor is my house now my house.

Federico García Lorca
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.

Federico García Lorca
Green, how much I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship upon the sea
and the horse in the mountain.

Federico García Lorca
The light is buried under chains and noises in impudent challenge of rootless science. Through the suburbs sleepless people stagger, as though just delivered from a shipwreck of blood.

Federico García Lorca